Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you see?
The boy?
Where the hell were you?
70 gallons.
Back up the line. Both of you.
Get off! Get off!
So far?
- Is it Dover? - No.
I'm on the bomber.
Make terms?
Along the mole. All the way. The ship's about to leave.
There are 400,000 men on this beach, sir.
He was just looking for a way off the sand, like the rest of us.
You read it.
You go below decks or you get off my boat. That's your choice.
Did you at least have the decency to bury him?
Yes.
It's not fair.
Wreckage below
Um, will he be okay?
Christ.
France.
No, uh, no, no, we're going to England.
No, he's not.
He's on me.
It's a pier.
The tide's turning now.
Come back!
Keep moving down.
But it's home.
I'm not turning round.
Turn it around.
Dunkirk's so far. Why can't they just load at Calais?
He saved our lives.
You should be at home!
What the hell are they saving them for?
He's gone.
The battle is here.
Listen for my instructions.
What's wrong with your friend?
Be a brave lad.
Wait for the high tide.
He's looking for a quick way out.
Understood. Vector 128, angels point five.
You didn't even look.
Everyone else, keep climbing. Climb on the deck.
Vector 128, angels one. Understood.
"Our thankfulness at the escape of our army"
The ship's about to leave.
He feels safer on deck.
50 gallons. Over.
They're trying to make sure she won't float.
Yes, of course. A rifle, a 303.
Watch for a parachute!
Well done. Well done, lads.
I see your point, son.
How can you tell?
Dad.